Friday Poem by Fahad Witchking

For those who slept,
for those who kept,
for those who wept,
how i felt

friday
friday
friday

for feroze who never lived
for shazad who wept,
for fahad who is dead
how i felt

friday
friday
friday

its okay, let your imagination run away
do nothing to delay
i have guilt, for the spilled milk
no one shed a tear for the spilled milk

for sanjo who never lived
for advani who lied
for fahad who is dead
how i felt

its okay, let your self believe
dont be pensive
i have guilt, for the dead
no one shed a tear for the dead

for those with guilt
for those with tears wilt
from loss
give your self a break

friday
friday
friday